Salsa Strangers

On this, my first weekend in France, I partied with some of the first people I met. Since I live in an international dorm that means non-French people. That's all fine and dandy. No big deal. I think it's cool to get to meet people not from my own country, although it's very comforting to have all the Americans here that are here. So I went and partied with the Spaniards I met. Let me tell you, if you want to party hard, party with people from Spain. I've never partied so hard in my life, nor for so long. I was dead tired by the time the night was over. But to the point of my blog. The Salsa.

Spanish Dancing has always appealed to me. It seems to have this mystery to it, this passion, that is very, very attractive. So when one of my new Spanish aquantances offered to teach me, I said what the hell, why not? I'm not sure if I salsed or did the grope dance. I've never had anyone dance so close to me and in such a way. I really am not sure if he was just dancing with me or if was groping me. How does one tell with Europeans anyway? I have no idea.

Anyone got a clue?


Breaking the Cardinal Rule

My best friend left me for a boy. Sounds pretty common right? But why is it that so many women break the cardinal rule of sisterhood/friendship? I mean, every girl knows that to take time that is dedicated to your girlfriends and use that stolen time to go on dates is wrong in the worst sense. It doesn’t matter whether he’s Mr. Right or Mr. Right-Now. Girlfriends stay through it all, even when Mr. Right-Now leaves you high, dry, and terribly messy. So why do women break this rule? My best friend, for instance, has had so many man-troubles that she knows the value of friendship, and on top of that she knows that I’m leaving the country for six months. And who does she waste my precious last minutes with? The sort-of boyfriend. What is it about men that makes women sacrifice their friendships for?